âShould be here, right?â
In the empty, silent corridor of the old building, a graceful figure suddenly appeared.
It was Liya.
Even though it was class time, she had suddenly come to this placeâan old club building said to be on the verge of being abandoned, where she normally would never set foot.
It was her first time here, and the unfamiliar environment left her uneasy. She was navigating purely by the slip of paper in her hand.
âThe classroom at the very end...â
Liya raised her head and looked at the plaque above the classroom door in front of her.
âAncient Potions Club? Huh, does our Academy even have such a club?â
âWhatever, according to the address Muen Campbell gave me, this should be it.â
Finally finding the spot, Liya tucked the slip of paper away with satisfaction. But just then, a gust of cold wind swept through, making her shrink her neck and shiver.
âThis place... itâs so remote...â
She looked around.
Although it was class time, not all students had their lessons packed into the same schedule.
Normally, there should have been at least one or two students passing by.
Yet at this moment, within her sight, not a single person could be seen.
The entire floor was filled with abandoned classrooms, each bearing strange club names on the doorsâsmall, niche societies that had gradually declined and vanished with time.
Empty classrooms. Empty halls.
It immediately reminded Liya of the ghost and demon stories Ariel had once told her just to frighten her.
âTo think heâd invite me to such a desolate place... Muen Campbell really does have bad intentions! I almost fell for his sweet words last time!â
Liya clenched her small fists and swung them, muttering with gritted teeth.
For nearly a month, he hadnât contacted her, and sheâd thought Muen Campbell had already forgotten about everything before. She had been ready to brand that guy a backstabbing traitor.
All the money sheâd saved was already spent. She had even been planning to sneak out of the Academy again and earn money by performing.
But then Muen Campbell had suddenly contacted her.
Now it seemed Muen Campbell hadnât forgotten at all. Instead, he had been scheming this whole month!
Otherwise, in such a huge Academy, why would he invite her to a secluded place like this?
There had to be a plot!
Ariel had been rightâsomeone like Muen Campbell should never be trusted!
A sly glint of wisdom flickered in Liyaâs eyes.
Butâ
Luckilyâ
She had been cautious.
She had made the brilliant choice to come a day early, to scout things out in advance.
Otherwise, she really might have fallen into his trap!
âHmph, Muen Campbell, did you really think Iâm just big boobs with no brain?â
Liya proudly planted her fists on her hips.
âJust watch how I catch you red-handed!â
For Muen Campbell to choose such a secluded place, he must have a hidden reason.
That meant all she had to do was secretly come and investigate, and she could expose his conspiracy!
âExcept...â
Liya tilted her head curiously. âIt doesnât seem like I can get in.â
Every window of the classroom was tightly covered with pale-blue curtains, not even leaving the tiniest gap.
When she pushed at the classroom door, it wouldnât budge at all, as if locked tight.
âHiding it this wellâthere must be something shady inside!â
Liya waved her little pink fist again, her chest bouncing along with the motion.
She was now completely convinced of her suspicionsâ
and even more determined to uncover the truth!
After circling the place, she returned to the window.
Forcing the door open was out of the question, so her focus fell naturally onto those pale-blue curtains.
The window was sealed shut, but not entirely beyond manipulation.
Besides, all she wanted was to take a peek. That much wouldnât be hard.
Liya raised her finger and rubbed it lightly.
From her fingertip blossomed a golden, sacred light.
The light condensed into a golden butterfly, which, under her control, silently fluttered through the window.
It landed on the curtain.
Then, bit by bit, the butterfly pulled the curtain open, revealing the scene inside.
âHuh? Someoneâs in there?â
Seeing a figure, Liya instinctively focused her gaze.
âThatâs... Muen Campbell?â
âWhatâs he doing?â
âAnd it doesnât look like heâs alone. Thereâs another... girl?â
The dim classroom seemed to be muffled by some kind of barrierâno sound came out. But Muen Campbellâs shining blond hair was eye-catching as ever. At this moment, he was hugging a girlâs waist from behind...
The girl in his arms looked as if she was in pain, her head tilted back, hair flying wildly. From Liyaâs angle, she could clearly see the tightly furrowed brows.
One of the # NĐŸvĐ”light # girlâs hands was pressed tightly against her lips, as if stifling something. The other was gripping the desk with all her strength. Fragile, like a flower tossed violently by the wind.
âThis is...â
Liyaâs eyes went wide. Her mind exploded with thunder and lightning.
This was...
Muen Campbell bullying someone?!
In a flash, her imagination filled in the rest: Muen Campbell trapping an innocent girl in this sealed classroom, pinning her down, and even viciously kicking her butt with his knee!
Cruel!
Terrifying!
Unbelievable!
Muen Campbell, how could you do something like this to such a delicate girl?!
What should I do, what should I do?!
I have to save her!
âThereâs no time to call for helpâIâll have to do it myself!â
Liya bit her lip and began to gather holy light in her palm.
Although direct combat wasnât her specialty, as the Churchâs candidate Saintess, how could she sit by while such cruelty took place?
She had to stand up!
Just as she was about to smash the window and shout âbeast!â to stop the actâ
the movements inside suddenly changed.
The girl who looked like she was suffering abruptly turned her head and kissed Muen.
Muen bent down in return, and the two kissed passionately.
âEh?â
Liya froze.
She was stunned.
The thunder in her head crashed downâonly to bounce back and scatter uselessly.
Her thoughts tangled into a storm, sweeping away the notion of Muen Campbell âbullyingâ the girl.
Because now she noticed the details she had missed before.
Both of them were fully dressed, though their clothes were somewhat disheveled.
Muen Campbellâs hand wasnât only on the girlâs waist. Through the gaps of her buttons, it had slid deeper inside. She could even make out the outline of his palm pressing against the girlâs chestâone only slightly smaller than her own.
And it was impossible for Muen Campbell to be kicking her buttâhis legs were planted firmly on the ground, his knees bent in a half-horse stance for balance.
If it wasnât his knee or leg striking herâ
then what was it?
âTh-th-th-this...â
Inside Liyaâs head, it was like a ball of yarn tangled up by a catâthoughts twisted together into a chaotic mess.
At last, she grabbed hold of the single loose thread.
Even though she had never experienced such a thing.
Even though she had never truly seen it before.
She still instinctively understood the meaning of this act.
âCould this be... the legendary... b-b-b-baby making?â
Liyaâs little face turned bright red with a pop, faint steam rising from the top of her head.
Raised under the strict discipline of the Church, her knowledge of the opposite sex barely went beyond hand-holding and kissing. At most, she had read a few vague descriptions in novels and, under Arielâs influence, sometimes dared to make a cheeky joke or two.
But now, this pure and innocent future Saintess, staring at the scene before herâwas utterly, completely, greatly shocked!